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About Glasgow

Alright, so I’m Dexter—monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Been burnin’ charcoal all day, stinks like hell, but it’s my gig. Anyway, I’m thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, ya know? Not some fancy shit, just a quick thing. Kinda like in *The Social Network*—“You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies.” Except I ain’t got friends, just smoke and ash. And maybe a hooker tonight.

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Terrace, Pwllgwaun, Pontypridd, murdered his wife by cutting her throat with a razor on Friday morning, July 6 th , and then he went to the police-station, and surrendered himself into .

After that, I decide to stroll down to the Ynysangharad Park. It’s a lovely spot, right by the river. I’m just vibing, taking in the scenery, when I see this kid flying a kite. It’s all colorful and stuff, and I’m like, “Aww, that’s cute.” But then, BAM! The kite gets stuck in a tree. Classic! The kid starts crying, and I’m torn between laughing and helping. I mean, it’s just a kite, right? But then I remember my childhood kites and how I’d have a meltdown too. So, I help him out. Climb the tree, get the kite, and he’s all smiles again. Sweet moment, right?

Newcastle Emlyn 0-38 Pontypridd – Match Report